Seed and Tree

In a corner I try to sow seed every week,

Hoping that it will bear cluster of fruit and into bouquet of flower.

But before the plant can enjoy the fruit,

it first became a shelter of my heart.

In this ground still yet to see the sprout,

I see the shadow of a tree.

Full of thoughtfulness, kindness,

Genuine interest, and understanding.

Every encounter, every talking time,

Comes with a surge of warmth,

Along with laughs and smiles, 

And a sense of being understood.

It stirs up a desire of

"I want to be a tree like this."

Even though this ground is awaiting the sprout,

I see the shadow of a tree.

Thank you. For everything.

A heart of caring.

Ears of listening.

Good times of sharing.

I really hope I could pour out something,

But I am the one to sow but not to grow.

Yet please keep me to be faithful,

Until You make the seed grow.